[HP] Being a problem student at Hogwarts

bite?

Tom's mind was racing. The only thing that can make Harry feel connected is the soul piece. Voldemort can use "bite" as an attack...

Is it Nagini?

Good guys, layers of outsourcing.

Tom thought speechlessly.

Voldemort pushed it to the crow, the crow pushed it to the diary, and the diary was pushed to Nagini. Thank God, the soul piece in Harry's mind is still just a receiver, otherwise he doubts that this matter will eventually be outsourced to the Order of the Phoenix. - At least Sirius would be happy to go to Harry for Harry.

Ron looked uneasy in the face of Harry's words. "Harry, you are sick," he said. "Neville has gone to see someone..."

"I'm fine!" Harry choked, picked up the corner of the quilt and wiped his mouth, shivering uncontrollably, "I'm not sick, what you should worry about is your dad - we need to find where he is - he's bleeding a lot - -I am-that is a big snake..."

Yes, it's really Nagini... Tom thought, opening his hands to the mess on the ground: "Clean it up!"

The sudden strong wind made people's faces hurt, and Harry was forced to close his eyes, numbly feeling as if all the oil secreted on his face had been blown away.

He burped, and the nausea that left his mouth full of blood was suppressed by the powerful cleaning spell - he was very sure that if he opened his mouth again and spit it out, the evil wind would go directly into his stomach and clean it up. stomach.

Rapid footsteps were heard on the stairs, and Neville's voice was also heard: "This way, Professor..."

He really didn't need to guide Professor McGonagall. Professor McGonagall had already keenly sensed the violent fluctuations in magic power from far away.

She couldn't help but quicken her pace again.

"Didn't you say that Mr. Potter had a nightmare?" She hurried into the dormitory wearing a plaid dressing gown, her glasses crooked on the bridge of her thin nose, "What's wrong with Mr. Locke?"

"It's just a cleaning charm, Professor." Tom said obediently, "I have much better control now -"

Professor McGonagall glanced at the unprecedentedly clean dormitory and remained skeptical. But there were more important things to worry about right now: "What's wrong, Potter? Where does it hurt?"

"It's Ron's father," Harry said, looking at Professor McGonagall helplessly. "He was bitten by a snake. It was very serious. I...I saw it."

Professor McGonagall raised her eyebrows and asked, "What did you see?"

"I don't know... I was sleeping and then I got there..."

"You mean you dreamed it?"

"No!" said Harry irritably.

Tom interrupted their conversation: "Professor? Do you want to contact Mr. Weasley first to see if he is okay? In any case, wizards' dreams are always unusual." Nagini's size, attack People are dangerous, okay? What if Mr. Weasley loses too much blood if this continues?

Professor McGonagall glanced at him through her crooked glasses.

"Put on your coat, Potter," she ordered. "We'll go see the Headmaster and talk as we go."

Harry was greatly relieved. Without hesitation, he jumped out of bed and put on his dressing gown. Sirius held the glasses in his mouth and brought them to him. He fumbled and pushed the glasses to the bridge of his nose.

"Weasley, you should come too," said Professor McGonagall.

Tom followed them very consciously, and Professor McGonagall looked at him again and acquiesced.

They followed Professor McGonagall past Neville, Dean and Seamus, who were standing silently beside them. They left the dormitory, went down the spiral staircase to the common room, drilled through the portrait hole, and walked along the moonlit corridor. Sirius' paw pads fell to the floor with a clack-clack sound.

"I was dreaming..." Harry walked quickly and began to explain what he saw, "Just the usual, silly, normal dreams... Then something inserted into my brain, and I changed my perspective - —”

When he said "Insert into the brain," the three people and one dog all turned to look at him, and Ron, who was just a little panicked at first, began to turn pale.

After all, everyone present, except Gouzi, knew that Harry was a Horcrux - if Sirius knew about it, no one could predict what he would do in a rage, so even the most frank Harry I think I should hide it from him first.

But Sirius was not stupid. This subtle description reminded him of many dark magic effects he had learned as a child.

"I don't know where I was...it seemed like a corridor...and then Mr. Weasley was sleeping...a big snake bit him...bitten him several times..."

Professor McGonagall put a hand on his shoulder. She said nothing, but the warm weight on her shoulders calmed Harry down.

A few minutes later, they arrived at the stone beast at the entrance to Dumbledore's office. "Sizzling honey bees." Professor McGonagall read the command. The stone beast tilted its head and jumped to the side. The wall behind it split in half, revealing a rising stone staircase, like a spiral escalator. They ascended in a small circle and came to the gleaming oak door with a bronze knocker in the shape of a griffon.

Although it was already past midnight, there were voices in the house. As they approached, the voices suddenly stopped, the door opened automatically, and Grindelwald cast a suspicious gaze.

Tom saw the old devil's pajamas for the first time, and couldn't help but take a few more glances - the old devil turned to him expressionlessly, so Tom smiled generously at him.

"Oh, good evening." Dumbledore said with a smile, "It's o'clock...is there something wrong?"

"Good evening, Professor Dumbledore." Professor McGonagall said, her eyes deliberately avoiding Grindelwald. "Potter just had a... nightmare."

"Not a nightmare," said Harry quickly.

Professor McGonagall looked back at Harry and said, "Okay, Potter, you can tell the Headmaster yourself."

"I...well, I was sleeping..." Harry said, "But this was no ordinary dream...it was real...I saw it happen...Ron's father - Mr. Weasley ——Bitten by a big snake.”

Dumbledore leaned back and stared at the ceiling. Grindelwald gave a mocking smile, picked up the tea cup and moistened his lips in boredom.

"Tom?" Dumbledore called him softly - at least Tom felt that Dumbledore was calling him instead of unconsciously chanting Voldemort's name.

"I think it's necessary to confirm Mr. Weasley's current situation first," Tom said.

Dumbledore stood up abruptly and said to an old portrait close to the ceiling: "Evra?" he snapped, "and you, Thalise!"

A yellow-faced wizard with short black bangs and an old witch with long silver curls in the frame next to them opened their eyes immediately. Both of them seemed to be sleeping soundly just now.

"Did you hear that?" Dumbledore asked. After seeing them nodding, he continued: "The man has red hair and wears glasses. Evra, you need to send an alarm to ensure that he is discovered by your own people-"

The two wizards nodded and exited the frame from the side, but instead of appearing in the frame next to them (as often happened at Hogwarts), they disappeared. Only dark curtains remained in one frame, and a beautiful leather chair remained in the other.

"Evra and Delis were two famous headmasters of Hogwarts," Dumbledore said. "Their portraits are also hung in other important wizarding institutions. They can come and go between their portraits at will, So it can tell us what's happening elsewhere..."

Tom took another look at the portraits on the wall that were snoring realistically and pretending to sleep: miserable, miserable, they have been hung on the wall as portraits, they have learned to pretend to sleep, and they still die with just a greeting. Get up and work overtime day and night...

"So be careful with all magical creations -" Grindelwald said, putting down his teacup.

"I'm afraid now is not the time to teach students, Gellert." Dumbledore tugged at him, "If you don't plan to go to bed now, please—" Before he could finish speaking, Grindelwald pulled out the After waving the wand, Tom keenly felt that the surrounding magic seemed to be filtered. It can be inferred that if there are any magic fluctuations that are not within the allowed range and want to be transmitted out or tested, they will be detected immediately.

This is the first time Tom has seen this form of alert model. It is a bit similar to his magic fog... He thought thoughtfully, but his fog perception data are relatively primitive, basically except for their "greedy" "In addition to taking the initiative to pass on the news to him, he will only get the result if he thinks of it and asks. Well, he can definitely improve it by referring to Grindelwald's spell.